Love on the Brooklyn Bridge
by WillowLe'Beau
Summary: Olivia Madsen has just moved to Brooklyn. She meets the infamous Spot Conlon one day while sitting on the Brooklyn Bridge. After a rough beginning they meet there everyday getting to know each other. Will there be love or pain? Please review!
1. Oh that Brooklyn Bridge

**Disclaimer: I do NOT own Newsies, Disney, or Pride and Prejudice. Those are all the rightful property of their creators. The only characters that I do own are Olivia and whoever else I decided to create along the line. **

_AN: This is my very first fanfic so I am really sorry if it's not very well written. If anyone has any suggestions on how I can improve it please let me know. Also, I really suck at the whole 'New York accent' thing...for now I'm using it, but if it starts getting really bad then I may not use it and you can use your imagination. _

Olivia Marie Madsen was on a train heading for New York. She wasn't exactly upset about the move, she just wanted to stay in one place for a set amount of time. Her father had been offered a new job as the executive of some big shot company. Olivia's mother had hope that this time maybe Olivia would make some friends, be invited to parties. Her mother always wondered why Olivia never went out. _You'd never have any trouble attracting the boys you know, _her mother would say, _you're a pretty girl, maybe if you got a little more sun and got your nose out of those books._ Her mother _was _right. She was somewhat pretty. She had light brown hair, and deep green eyes, but she was short, she was 17 and barely hit 5'2. Her mother hated the fact that she liked to read. But reading was Olivia's only escape from the world. The only place she felt free. In fact she was reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice on the way to New York. A few hours later Olivia and her family had reached their destination. As soon as Olivia walked out onto the streets of Brooklyn she immediately fell in love with the hustle and bustle. Little did she know that's not all she would fall in love with.

The next day armed with a book and an orange for a snack Olivia headed to the Brooklyn bridge. As they passed on it the other day she noticed kids sitting with their legs dangling of the side and decided that the bridge was a lovely place for her to just sit and be with her books. She sat down peeled her orange and started reading more about Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. She was fascinated by Lizzie's wit. After what seemed like hours she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up into the most beautiful pair of stormy blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Can I help you?" Olivia questioned the stranger.

"Yeah, youse can tell me why youse on _my _bridge."

"_Your _bridge? Ha! Who do you think you are? The King of Brooklyn? Why don't you just be on your way you lousy…"

She was cut off by the strangers hand coming in contact with her face. She looked at him with terror in her eyes. She'd never bit hit before.

"You-you _hit _me."

"I'se sorry. I don't normally hit girls, so ya know. It's just I'm not used ta being talked back to ya see. Oh, and sweetheart, I _am _da King of Brooklyn. Spot Conlon, at ya soivice.


	2. Mouse?

"Oh. Um…it's ok I guess. I mean probably would have done the same thing, I have such a horrible temper. Look at me I'm babbling. My name's Olivia Madsen."

She extended her hand. Spot took it and kissed it. A small smirk on his face, and a mischievious look in his ice blue eyes.

"Pleased ta make ya acquaintance."

With those words Spot sat down next to Olivia. She was surprised. It seemed as though she had made a friend in the most unlikely of people.

"Olivia…Oliv..ia" he said her name over and over as if listening to the way it rolled off his tongue. "Well, Olivia, if we'se gonna be friends, I'se gonna have ta give ya a proper newsie name. Hm. Well. You'se small, ya seem like the quiet type that mostly keeps ta herself…I think I'se gonna call you…Mouse."

"Mouse. Out of everything in life you pick a creature that most girls hate?"

"Well…mice…are quiet…and a helluva lot prettier than rats…unless you'd rather be called rat…"

"Nope, Mouse is just fine."

"So, now that we're 'officially' friends, how long have you been the leader of the Brooklyn newsies?"

"For about five yeahs. It was hard at foist ya know. I was only twelve when our old leader kicked da bucket. But I fought long and hard to be where I am now."

"Tweleve? Didn't you have a family?"

She blushed then.

"I'm sorry, it's none of my business."

Mouse looked up at the sky then and noticed there was barely any daylight left.

"Goodness. I've been here for so long. My family is probably worried." _Doubt it_, she secretly thought. "Goodbye Spot." She got up then as did Spot.

"Well, then I'se just gonna have to save that story for anudder time."

She smiled at Spot then. A smile that nearly broke Spot's heart.

She turned then to start home when she heard a shout from behind her.

"Heya Mouse! Ya wanna meet heah tamarra? Same time?"

"Sure. I'd love to."

Mouse loved talking to Spot. In fact it was knowing that she would get to see him tomorrow that made her look forward to going home. It's not that she had a horrible home life. Her parents fed her and gave her a place to sleep, they just never really gave her the kind of attention a kid should get. She assumed it was because she didn't live up to their expectations of her. _Oh well, _she thought. _Spot seems to like me so far._ She made it home right before the sun set. She walked in the door of her apartment and was greeted by silence. _I knew they would barely notice I was gone. _She grabbed what was leftover from dinner and ate it silently. She then bathed and was getting ready for bed when her mother came into her room.

"Hello Olivia." her mother stated.

"Hello Mother."

"Oh Olivia, I hope life will be different for you here. You need to get out more. To see the world. Not just spend all your time in some fantasy world…in fact.."

Olivia cut her mother off then.

"Mother, I am getting out…I'm meeting a new friend tomorrow at the bridge…"

It was her mothers turn to cut Olivia off.

"You…you made a friend? Oh darling I'm so happy! Well, I better let you get your rest so you can look your best tomorrow. Goodnight."

_Great. Now my mother thinks I'm God's gift to the earth since I made a friend. What was I before? A leper?_

AN: Chapter 2! Um. I hope it's good. Please review. Constructive criticism/Reviews are welcome. Anything to make the story better. And I hope you like the newsie name I chose for Olivia. Do you have _any _idea how hard it is to come up with a name for a newsie. Seriously. It took me three days just to come up with Mouse. lol. I'm going to try and write more. I have so many ideas for this story that they are all taking up space in my brain, but the thoughts are so jumbled I don't want to rush it and just type out garbage. And I am also going to try to make the chapters **l o n g e r**. Bye!

--Willow--


	3. Tomorrow at last

**Disclaimer: I do NOT own Newsies or any characters affiliated with it. Disney owns Newsies. sadly. ****L**** I do however own Mouse and Phoenix. **

As Spot was walking back to the Lodging House he started thinking about the day and the meeting that had occurred between him and Mouse. He hadn't meant to hit Mouse. It just came out of nowhere. His hand raising and then connecting with the side of her pretty face. She hadn't realized who he was either and that made it just as bad. He had enjoyed Mouse's company. There was something about her that made his heart stop and then start back up in double time. She seemed like she could be a true and genuine friend. Something he had never really had. Sure, he had the Brooklyn newsies, but most of them were scared to death of crossing him that they never became very close. His only other friend had died in a bar fight almost two years ago. She had asked him about his family. Should he tell her about the seven years of pain and suffering he endured while living with his drunken father, till one night he'd had enough and had run away, only to be found by Brooklyn's former leader and taken in. He knew he could trust Mouse with anything and everything, he could feel it in his bones. He made his way back to the lodging house and quickly ran up the stairs to his loft, praying that tomorrow would come faster so he could see his little Mouse.

As the sun shined through her window a smile broke out onto Mouse's face. _Tomorrow at last._ She got up and made some breakfast for herself and her family. She was in such a good mood that nothing could bring her down. She at her breakfast quietly, left the rest for her family and then went to her room to get ready for the day.

Over at the lodging house Spot was getting ready to go sell his papes. He wanted to get sell them as fast as he could. He couldn't wait to see Mouse. The very thought of seeing her smiling face and bright green eyes made his head spin. This girl had quite and effect on him, so much in fact, that he even considered having her try her hand selling papes. She was small, and frail looking so people would probably take pity on her.

Mouse called goodbye to no one in particular as she was heading at the door. But before she could leave her mother intercepted her.

"Oh darling," her mother crooned. "I do hope you have a lovely day! You look lovely…" she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Are you meeting a _boy_?" Her eyes lit up at the thought.

"Yes, mother I'm meeting a boy. But it's not what you're thinking. He's just a friend and nothing more." _Oh I wish it was something more, but Spot would never think of me in that way…_

With that she left her apartment and with a grin as big as all of Brooklyn set on her face she headed to the bridge to see her Spot.

Spot had finally finished selling the last of his papes. _Finally, _he thought. _Now I can go spend time with my goil. Goil? Where did that come from? Mouse is just a friend…nothing more…_Yet even as he thought those words, he couldn't help but wish that one day he and Mouse _could _be something more.

He had already arrived at the bridge when he saw her small form coming over it. His eyes lit up like the sky on the Fourth of July.

He looked at her then with that infamous smirk plastered on his face.

"Heya Mouse."

"Hello Spot. Fancy meeting you here."

She winked at him playfully. And he smiled a true smile at her in return.

"You asked me bout my family yesterday…"

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, it's about time I told someone. I trust ya Mouse, and that's saying a lot coming from me. Me motha died when I was tree yeahs old. My fatha couldn't bear to look at me, so he went out a lot. He always came home drunk. He beat me. I guess it kinda toughened me up, and good thing too otherwise controllin Brooklyn might have been a lot harder. Anyways, when I was seven I'd had about enough of my fatha, so I left. I slept on street corners, alleyways, and sometimes in the doorways of shops. Well, one day this big fella comes up to me and asks me if I wanna be a newsie for Brooklyn. He says his name Phoenix. So I says to him, 'Phoenix? What kinda name is Phoenix?' and then he smacked me in da face and says ta me: "Ya don't talk to da King o' Brooklyn that way ya heah. 'Specially if he's askin ya ta be his newsie." So Phoenix took me in off da streets. Then, when I was twelve, he got knifed in a fight between him and da leader of Harlem. Knife got him right in da neck. So he dies and den dere's dis big fight ova whose gonna be de next leader. I won't go in ta detail bout dat cause obviously ya see how it turned out."

"Some life you've lived. I'm so sorry about your mother. But I'm glad you ran away and became a newsies, otherwise I may have never met you. You know wee had newsies back home. Not a lot of them, but still we had them. I always wanted to be one you know. To be free and just sell papes. But then I doubt I would make it on the streets very long."

"Well sweetheart, I can make ya wish come true. How bout you come sell wit me tamarra? See how ya do."

"I would love that. Spot I don't know how I ever lived without you."

"I don't know how I ever lived without you…"

They didn't realize but their faces were inches apart. They locked eyes, hers calm and emerald, and his fierce and sapphire. The moment was right all they had to do was lean in a little closer…and then someone shouted across the street and the moment was gone.

"I'm sorry Spot, I didn't mean to… anyway…I should be going. I'll see you tomorrow Spot. Bright and early."

He was disappointed that she had to leave. He was enjoying spending time with her.

She smiled and waved as she said goodbye, but on the inside she was dying. _I think Spot was going to kiss me. Kiss me! Oh, how I wish he had. Wait, I can't be thinking that…he probably doesn't feel the same way, probably thinks that I'm just some love-struck girl. He probably thinks that I'm such a fool._

He waved as she left, his smirk stuck in place. A million and one thoughts were racing through his head. _I almost kissed her. Kissed her! Stupid people across the street yellin' for no reason. Ruinin the moment. I ain't never wanted to kiss someone so badly. She's da one. Da one person I can trust wit my whole self, that I don't have to put on a charade for. I love her. Wait a second…love? Is that what this feeling is? I shouldn't feel this way…she can do so much betta than me._

AN: So…while I was typing up this chapter I kept thinking about the Beatles' song: Here Comes the Sun. lol. I know. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW. I mean I would love to hear some feedback and ways I can improve the story. At this point time I am thinking of what will happen…however…I'm in a bit of a bind because what I want to write may not flow with the story…so I am pleading temporary writer's block while I decide what's going to happen next. **REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! **please?


	4. Sellin' papes and going for a swim

**Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies…etc. I do own Mouse, Phoenix RIP, and a new character by the name of Dice. Thanks to those of you who have reviewed! You're the best! **

Mouse made her way home feeling confused, one part of her was screaming _you've only know him one day! How could you almost kiss him? _The other part of her was euphoric. She would be selling papes tomorrow and she'd be with Spot. When she arrived home she was bombarded by her mother as soon as she stepped through the door.

"So my dear, how was your day?" she pried. "Did you have fun with this young man?"

If this is how her life had normally been Mouse may have laughed. Instead she just got annoyed with the attention she knew she was getting only based on the fact that she had a friend. More specifically a _boy_ friend.

"Yes mother. I had a great time. We sat on the bridge and talked. We're meeting there again tomorrow."

Mouse thought it best not to let her mother know too much at once. Like that she was going to be selling papes with Spot tomorrow.

"Tomorrow! How wonderful! He must like you this young man…um…what's his name?"

"His name…well…his name is Spot, Spot Conlon."

Her mother gave her a look that she believed a young child must get when talking about an imaginary friend. A look of disbelief. Mouse knew her mother thought she was trying to be funny.

"Spot? Is that his _real _name?"

"Well, I'm not sure…it's just what he asked me to call him and I'm assuming that's what all his other friends call him…"

"Ah, well, no matter. Maybe you should invite this Spot over sometime to meet your father and I."

"Maybe…_if I want him to be bored out of his mind…_one day. Right now I just want to get to know him better."

"All right dear…there's leftovers on the counter if your hungry. Goodnight."

When sleep finally took over all of Mouse's dreams were filled with stormy eyes, and soft words. Spot filled her head till finally she made herself wake up. It was five thirty in the morning. There was no use in going back to sleep. She'd just have to get right back up to meet Spot. Not that she cared. She couldn't wait to get out there to carry the banner.

Spot hadn't had such a fitful sleep since he was a kid, but last night he dreamt about his father, Phoenix, and last, but the most vivid dream of all was of Mouse. Her eyes staring back at him as they leaned closer to one another. _C'mon Spot, get a hold of yaself. You've only known this goil one day…_He groaned. It was five thirty in the morning. In an hour he would be meeting Mouse at the Distribution Center to give her the experience of carrying the banner.

Surprisingly Mouse was already there when Spot showed up. She looked as if she was walking up the steps to be hung at the gallows.

"Mornin' Mouse, why do ya look so noivous. All you'se gonna be doin is sellin' a bunch of harmless papes. They won't bite I promise." He smirked at her then.

She pouted when he said this last bit. _Obviously she don't like bein' teased. _Spot thought. _Ah, she'll get ova it. _

"I'm not _nervous_ so you know. I just think I won't be any good at this sellin' papes business."

They bought their papes. Spot had his usual ninety. He told Mouse to buy forty. In less than an hour all of Spot's papes were gone. Mouse still had thirty-five. By the end of the second hour Mouse had only sold seven more papes. She was getting so frustrated she just wanted to throw her papes at people and make them take them. At this point she didn't care about the money.

"Ya know sweetheart, maybe the papes sellin' business just ain't for ya."

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm bad at selling papers?"

"Pretty much."

"Spot Conlon you are the most foul creature on this earth!"

With that she shoved her remaining papers at his chest and started running. She had no idea where she was running to until she came to the docks. She was getting some strange looks from some of the other Brooklyn newsies but she didn't care. She was so mad at Spot. A few seconds later she felt like she was being watched. She turned around and sure enough Spot was standing there looking at her like she was crazy.

"Look Mouse, I'se sorry for insultin' ya but ya even said you didn't think you was gonna be any good…I didn't think it would hoit ya feelings."

She wasn't really listening to Spot. She turned away from him and stared blankly at the water.

"Fine if you won't listen…"

Next thing she knew she was soaking wet and floating in the river. Spot couldn't help but laugh. _The look on her face! Priceless. Ha…that'll teach her ta listen._

"Are you just going to stand there laughing like an idiot or are you going to help me out." 

He held out his hand and she took it. She yanked with all her might and sent Spot toppling in to the water. She hoisted herself out, doubled over from laughing. 

"Oh Spot! I wish you could have seen the look on your face! You looked like such.." 

Mouse couldn't finish her sentence she was laughing so hard.

"Mouse! I'se gonna soak ya!"

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try!"

And with that she was off again. Weaving through the newsies of Brooklyn and then out into the busy streets. She risked a glance over her shoulder and saw Spot not to far behind. Then she hit something solid and fell onto the hard ground.

"Sorry Mister. I wasn't watching where I was going."

"It's ok darlin'. No blood no foul."

Mouse glanced up and saw that she was staring at a boy around her age with brown eyes. He had papers hooked under his left arm. Obviously a newsie.

"The name's Dice…what's yours?"

**AN: Ok. So here's another chapter. Thanks to everyone who is reviewing. This chapter is the result of writing on napkins while at work and listening to Carryin' the Banner at least ten times. So…Dice. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him yet…but it probably won't be too good. He might tell Mouse some very not nice things about our dear Spot. Anyway please review! Thanks for reading!**


	5. Dice and a marble

**AN: Thanks to Smiley for reviewing the last chapter! I was worried that I was taking too long to post a new chapter, and that people would be disappointed, but seeing as how only three, maybe four people have actually read this I realized I could take as much time as I needed to sort things out. Lol. **

**Disclaimer: As usual I do not own Newsies or Spot. I do own Mouse and Dice.**

"Heya Dice. I sees ya met me friend Mouse."

"Ah, Mouse."

Dice took her hand and kissed it.

"So…why did ya name her Mouse?"

"Well, I thought she was nice and quite, but afta seein' her tempa I'se thinkin I shoulda waited till I knew her betta."

Dice laughed at this.

"I guess that explains why youse two is soakin' wet. Well, it's been nice talkin' to youse guys, but I'se gotta finish sellin' me papes."

Dice nodded at Spot, then turned his attention to Mouse at whom he tipped his hat.

"I hope to see you again real soon Miss Mouse."

Then he winked at her and was on his way.

As he winked at her Mouse turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. This didn't go unnoticed by Spot.

"Now don't you be gettin any ideas about Dice ya heah! He's trouble."

"Aw, is widdle Spot jealous?"

She shoved him playfully enjoying making fun of his remark about Dice.

"I'm bein' serious. He ain't good enough for you. And so what if I'm a little jealous."

Mouse looked at Spot then, a smile on her face. Spot returned the stare, not with a smile, but with a scowl.

"Aw, Spot you know you're the only man for me."

Mouse didn't realize those words had left her mouth until Spot asked her what she meant.

_Oh no. Oh no. Why can't I learn to think before I speak. What am I supposed to say? "Oh Spot, I think I'm falling in love with you?" I can see that blowing up in my face. Hm. Gotta think fast before he gets even more suspicious._

"I was being sarcastic Spot. So don't go and get a big head about what I said. God knows you don't need an even bigger ego than you already have."

He looked doubtful about her reason, but didn't dwell on it.

She had avoided his question for now, but eventually she would have to admit her feelings. She would have to admit that she was falling for Brooklyn.

"So why is Dice so horrible anyway?" Mouse questioned, trying to change the subject.

"He was Phoenix's second. No one ever dreamed Phoenix would die so young, he was real tough ya see. So when he did Dice wasn't exactly ready to take over and he even admitted ta never wantin' ta be leader of Brooklyn. So over about a month he held fight and contest ta see which of us was the toughest, to find out who'd be da strongest and best leader for us. Well, it was down ta me and this one big guy who had come over from Queens about four month 'for Phoenix died. I had 'em beat real good to everybody's surprise when all of a sudden the goon pulls a knife on me. He starts to lunge at me but I'se take my cane and hit him ova the top of the head and he starts bleedin' and crumples to da ground. Well, while I'se got him down I reach for his knife, and as he's gettin up I get real close ta him and hold that knife ta his neck and say 'I'm da King of Brooklyn…are we clear?' And he looks at me with murda in his eyes, and I thought he was gonna try somethin but Dice says I won fair and square. And ya know, at foist Dice was real proud, seeing as how I was so young when I beat that guy, and then I guess he realized how much power and respect he had given up because he started goin' out on his own. He didn't hang around with the rest of us. He has a select few, who my being leader never sat well with. Ya see he asked me ta step down once about a year ago, and I told 'em no, that if he wanted ta be leader he shoulda taken the position when it was foist available. Well he didn't like me sayin that that much so I'se been keeping track of what he's been up to. Ya see I'se been hearin' things from little boidies that he's gonna try and get ta me."

Mouse looked dumbfounded.

"What?" Spot questioned.

"Boidies?

Spot smiled.

Mouse and Spot met almost everyday for weeks and weeks. Their feelings towards each other were growing. Spot knew he was falling for his little Mouse, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. Since when did the King of Brooklyn really need anybody?

_Fast forward a little_

One day Mouse wasn't able to meet with Spot right away to both of their disappointments. Spot had to wait till later in the afternoon because poor Mouse had to go meet with some of her mother's friends. Her mother was walking ahead of her, barely noticing her daughter fall behind. Mouse was just enjoying the general splendor of Brooklyn when she felt a tug on her arm and found herself in an alley. Her mind was racing, thinking she was about to get mugged when she found herself looking at Dice. It had been a while since they had spoken and she was surprised by the situation.

"Hello Dice."

"Miss Mouse."

"Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, I'se need ta know. Are ya Spot's new goil?"

"No…but why does it…"

"Good. He's a good for nothing cheat. He just uses goils for his own needs and then leaves 'em with broken hearts."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. He did it ta me own sista."

"I don't believe you."

"Fine, but when it happens to you, don't say I didn't warn ya."

He left the alley then. Leaving Mouse confused. Spot had said Dice was nothing but trouble…was this what he meant?

Later that day she and Spot were by the docks. He was teaching her how to use a slingshot. She was pretty good. He had given her his favorite marble to shoot with, one he never used in a fight, but kept on him like a good luck charm. It was blue and green. She hit every bottle with that marble except for the last one, but that was because she sneezed right as she shot. Today was a big day for Spot. He was finally going to ask Mouse to be his girl. She unfortunately had to leave early that day. She found his marble and gave it to him and said goodbye. As she turned to leave, Spot called her name.

"What?"

She saw an object coming at her and caught it with ease. In her palm was a marble, and not just any marble, but the one Spot loved the most and the one he had taught her how to use a slingshot with. At that moment she knew she had won Spot Conlon's heart.

"Will ya be my goil?"

She laughed.

"What took you so long to ask?"

In a restaurant in Harlem Dice was smirking to himself. He finally figured out a way to get back at Spot.

**AN: So…I think this chapter turned out better in my head than typed out. And I think it's somewhat confusing, but I think things will become clearer soon. I hope you liked it. Oh. Spot's lucky marble was inspired by a marble I have. Yeah. I'm weird. **


	6. An Update

Hello everybody! Willow here with an update on this story as well as some new things I am working on.

About Love on the Brooklyn Bridge: At first, I totally loved the idea of this story. It sounded so amazing in my head and then as I got busy I lost interest in writing. About a year ago I went over it and read it, and frankly I don't think it's that great. Maybe at another time I will eventually finish it, but for now it's on hiatus. However, some of the characters from this story will be making an appearance in my new Newsie fanfic…which brings me on to the next thing…

About my new Newsie story: I had this crazy dream one night about old theaters and stuff and it reminded me of Medda and Newsies so of course I rewatched it and I was like. I'm going to build a story around this theater. I really like this idea and I think I can keep it flowing fairly well. It's pretty much about a girl who runs away from a bad home life really young, meets Medda who raises her in a way, but also introduces her to the Newsies who make her one of their own. It is untitled at the moment but I have a little snippet here to see if anyone is interested….

Untitled Newsie Story Snippet: Scared. That's all I've ever been. The only way I've ever lived my life. I would have given anything to live a life free of fear. Which is why when _he, _my father, came home so fully drowned in the bottle, I ran. I saw him beat my mother, and then my sister who she was giving a bath. I blame myself for their pain and suffering. But then again…I blame my mother for staying with that horrible man. I should have warned them. Told them that he was on his way home and it wouldn't be pretty. But what did I do? I ran like the coward I was. Could you blame me though? I was eleven and didn't know what else to do. I had been a victim of an abusive father and a mother who was so scared of the man herself she didn't dare say anything against him. Instead she hid her bruises and those of me and my sister with makeup as best she could…

So that's all so far. Which brings me to the final things I wanted to talk about…

After this FanFic I will be writing a Glee fanfic that I've had the idea for, for over a year. It's gonna be good. I think. I will try to update as much as I can, it just depends on work and school.

Hope you guys enjoy my new story…whatever I decide to name it.

Love,

Willow


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